I would always feel so excited whenever I went to buy my slutty things. Just the anticipation of wearing the slutty itemswould be enough to invoke dro...s of pre cum from the tip of my dick. The shop I go to is at the rear of the flea market. I purposely walkin the direction of the women's clothing...I gaze at the tight fitting leggings and ass tight jeans. Just the thought of me wearing such whorish clothing makes my dick struggle against the inside of my pants.Finally making it to the shop I. ”I’d told Addie about the call, and she was right. I hadn’t thought about that.“Fuck,” I hissed. “I forgot about that. I need to find Lisa right now.”“Lisa will be fine,” Addie assured me. “She’s perfectly capable of running this department. She’s done it before.”“On the rare occasion.”“Let this be the rare occasion then, for fuck’s sake.”“Alright,” I said, picking up my phone. I dialed Lisa’s line. It rang for so long that I thought no one was going to pick up, but then—“This is Lisa,” she. No one knew where she was or when she would be back. Trying to bury the resentment and disappointment he felt, Simon stepped off the porch and walked down the tree-lined street towards the temporary Officer's Club that had taken over a small restaurant.Simon ate dinner alone and then wandered into the bar. It was a loud smoky place dominated by boisterous knots of people, everyone talking and laughing too loud but still managing to be drowned out by the country music blaring from the corner. A. "I've had some that were just plain horrible, but the one I had yesterday really wasn't bad at all!"My heart skipped a beat. My mom just confessed to me that she enjoyed drinking my cum! Ok...she didn't really say that, but then again, she didn't know she was drinking it. So again, that night after she went to bed, I snuck downstairs, grabbed the drink and came in it. This went on for about 3 months, which brings us to tonight's discovery.There was my Mom, standing in the doorway, looking.